#crisis poems on Hello Poetry

Elliott Aug 2017

Four

1.)

I came home from a marching band event, (I'd call it a football game, but in that little tent on the sidelines, the whole football team gathered and watched their 69-0 loss.) I barely ate and went to sleep.

2.)

I scrolled through Pinterest and saved dank depression memes.

3.)

My unofficial girlfriend called me a GIRL and I've died inside.

4.)

I didn't complete that assignment, I just sat there filthy, unshowered, and called it depression, instead of calling my therapist.

#depression #anxiety #therapy #crisis #life

Laurel Leaves Aug 2017

Corner

I just want to be naked
To slowly wake up next to someone and feel the morning light wrap around us while the coffee brews in the other room.
I can visualize the scene
the exact corner of the world me and this stranger will lie next to each other
but I can’t see his face and I don’t know who he is

 I want the world to wrap it’s fingers around my throat
force me to feel
the explanation of where I am going and what I am doing
I want to be able to stay the same weight
and not randomly gain ten pounds when I take a few days off of exercising.
The hard work of sobriety to pay off
the moment of elation where I feel ok,
where I don’t feel numb
angry
or scared
just at peace

 I want to understand how easy it is to fall out of love
and why I am able to do it constantly
with myself
with lovers
with life

 
I want the visions to leave me the **** alone
The memories so tangible
I can taste the scenes as they scatter across my pre frontal cortex
How quickly they died
how easily I survived

 I cannot comprehend the moments in my life
the triggers that slip through each passing second
I find them all intertwined
the manic penmanship of someone who is scared
who is eager
who somehow in spite of everything
is resilient

I feel safe only in the corners of coffee shops
my fingers gripping the sides of a warm mug
my journal spread open begging to be touched

I feel safe only in times when there is turmoil
when they say the no longer love me
because I can trust that they mean it

I feel safest on the mountaintops
where the silence over takes me
the fog clears and I can see the small miniature tree’s
humbled beneath my height in the clouds
I can almost touch the airplanes as they fly above me
I can be.

Written during a manic episode.

#love #want #desire #need #manic #depression #crisis

Asonna Aug 2017

Piece

Somewhere I lost a piece in me.
It’s all covered in the past.
Fog and smoke surround my mind,
The voices they echo inside.

What have I become?

Feelings of none I’m only numb,
A shiver lingers down my spine.
That piece once me now empty,
Not free

What has happened to me?

Days I cry a river like Nile,
But nothing soothes my pain.
The echoes inside are now in screams,
Between people bound to rings.
Pressured chest and clutched breath

This never use to be me.

I’m so lost in pain, like stitches pulled
I can kick and claw for a better tomorrow,
But I just don’t feel like it today.

Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be.

#lost #identity #crisis #mental #depression #verbalabuse #pain #numb #lonely #past

KRRW Aug 2017

Last Night's Rain

Smoke
gets trapped
under the leaves
of trees
after the rain.
It gave me
the impression
that the shadows
of those leaves
are glowing.
Up the sky,
I can see
the sun,
but it doesn't
hurt
my eyes.
The chilling wind
carried the scent
of the muddy soil
beneath my feet.
It reminded me
of all the devastation
brought upon
by the storm.
Last night
it rained.

Written
05 August 2015

Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.

#rainfall #typhoon #calamity #destruction #devastation #crisis #challenges #deluge #storm #hurricane

oliver g wilikers Jul 2017

cliché

sitting down in the shower
cliché but appealing,
if i could feel a fraction
of the feelings that they're feeling,
the things i've been hearing since
the day i grew ears.
looking for reasons to love yourself
in someone else's clothes.
every year that passes
i've managed to convince myself
was just another mid life crisis,
because i'd be overwhelmed
with another fifteen, twenty years
or how long can a person last
convinced they'll find a romance
that distracts from how they hate themselves.

#depression #shower #cliche #midlife #crisis

Ashleigh Black Jul 2017

All That Glitters Is Truly Gold

I can see all of the glittering bits of you
deep inside your locket heart
waiting for the key of life that will fit
so perfectly into the grooves that yearn
for adventure and exploration,
needing the complexity that fate has
so mysteriously planned out for your soul,
your restless, tireless soul compiled of
figments of imagination and nostalgia
coalesced in the compartments
that keep you hopeful,
ambitious, and destined for
something more,
something better.

My therapist told me to start writing again, especially about what I want to do with my life. This isn't very specific nor is it really about what I want to do with the rest of my life, but it is a step in the right direction. There's hope and determination and I just need to stop being scared to act upon these feelings. I need to take ahold of my future, trust that I am capable to do whatever I set my mind to and just do it.

#spilled #ink #poem #poetry #personal #quarter #life #crisis #hope #restless

R M Jul 2017

First World Crisis

The internet is slow
and people keep
disconnecting
Bubbles of self importance
Removed from humanity
The world crumbles
and there’s concern
over a mistakenly made
overpriced coffee
First world problems
focused on the
wrong crisis

#humanity #society #crisis #world #disconnect #first